A Year of Foraging

Today marks 52 weeks of Friday Forages. It began as a process of sifting through the numerous photos that I take in a week and highlighting few. But it grew into a weekly ritual of foraging gratitude— a way of harvesting beauty, magic and light. A way to resource sacred refuge amidst a year of tumult and ugliness. It became a way of slowing down and connecting with small moments of the good stuff. And now, a year later, there is this cornucopia of color, texture, and pattern...a collection of small ordinary moments that fill my life with meaning.